I will describe my eyes and then begin the story. My eyes are blue and resplendent. Now I will begin the story. — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
Am I such a bad person for dreaming of a world that ends when I do? I don't mean the world ending… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
She was not crying Which surprised me very much But I understand now That she had found places For her melancholy That… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
I usually write away from home, in coffee shops, on trains, on planes, in friends' houses. I like places where there's stuff… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
He Wrote, Are you OK? I told him, My eyes are crummy. He wrote, But are you OK? I told him, That's… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
I dreamt four nights ago of clock hands descending from the universe like rain, of the moon as a green eye, of… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
(What are your ghosts like?) (They are on the insides of the lids of my eyes.) (This is also where my ghosts… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying,… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
It's true, I am afraid of dying. I am afraid of the world moving forward without me, of my absence going unnoticed,… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
Needless to say, jamming deformed, drugged, overstressed birds together in a filthy, waste-coated room is not very healthy. Beyond deformities, eye damage,… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
From space, astronauts can see people making love as a tiny speck of light. Not light, exactly, but a glow that could… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
This brings me back to the image of Kafka standing before a fish in the Berlin aquarium, a fish on which his gaze fell… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
I try not to remember the life that I didn’t want to lose but lost and have to remember — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
He removed several pages of death certificates, which were picked up by another breeze and sent into the trees. Some would fall with the… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
I would have done anything for him. Maybe that was my sickness. We made love in nothing places and turned the lights off. It… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
“One day I wandered away from her and hid. I liked the way it felt to have someone look for me, to hear my… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
“It was one of the best days of my life, a day during which I lived my life and didn't think about it at… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
“The appearance was misleading- human dreams; rubbish heaps abundant yet ephemeral sudden and splendid, only to wilt and perish” — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
“the entirety of human society and moral progress represents an explicit transcendence of what’s “natural.” — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
“Food is not so much a symbol of freedom as the first requirement of freedom. We eat foods that are native to America on… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
“Rationally, factory farming is so obviously wrong, in so many ways. In all of my reading and conversations, I’ve yet to find a credible… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
